|The view from the Bistro's porch. We ate inside because 40mph winds.|
She had a Greek salad and a gyro and, having polished off my seared cheese, I ordered a cup of Turkish coffee to sip while she finished her meal. Well, having paid, I was lost in thought nursing my third thimble-full of prescription strength caffeine when she asked if I was ready to go.
Me: "Huh? Oh, okay..." *slugs down remainder of fincan*
RX: "You're not supposed to chug that!"
Me: "It's okay..."
RX: "What's your heart rate?"
Me: *checks carotid pulse* "About normal."
RX: "And that's...?"
Me: "I dunno. Two-, maybe three-hundred beats per minute?"
|"Hang on, updating Facebook status."|